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Add us. . .do it.

A few highlights from our trip. (I brought my camera but it remained nicely packed away in my suitcase the entire time. All these pictures are from my phone. oops!)

We had a great first Christmas together here at the Rigg's and we're not exactly looking forward to going back to school. :( Still we are making the best of the time we have left on vacation. Hoping you all had a very merry Christmas and will have a happy New Year!

Love the Riggs.

You walk in the bathroom and your husband is using your toothbrush. Here's how our conversation went.

Me: HUGH!
Hugh: What?
Me: YOU'RE USING MY TOOTHBRUSH!
Hugh: Oh. Hmm. Sometimes I just forget which one is mine.
Me: So this has happened before?
Hugh: I don't know.....maybe?
Then he proceeds to wipe my toothbrush on his to get all the toothpaste that's left and continues brushing his teeth. . . . . I bought new toothbrushes. A pink one for me and a blue one for him. Hopefullly now he won't get confused.

My job is boring.

You should all check out this link. All I ever got at school assemblies was mediocre cheerleading and a headache.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-11498980

From Wonderwall:

The tykes were given a 10-minute warning before the A-lister rolled up in full Sparrow regalia, complete with dreads, eyeliner and buckle-swashing clothes. The reaction, says one eyewitness, was "incredible screams of joy."
Depp grabbed some face-time and posed with Beatrice, who said she decided to write the letter after visiting the film set last week. "It was the most exciting school day ever," she gushed to the London Evening Standard. "He pulled the letter out of his pocket and said he was going to frame it. Then he ... gave me a hug." Anything else? "He said the pirates were going to take over the school and only eat candy and our teeth would turn black and fall out," added the excited youngster. "But he said we shouldn't mutiny against the teachers because there were police outside and we might get into trouble."
Yeah, it's OK to love him a lot for that.
The best part: The visit had a positive educational impact, with one teacher noting that it "has inspired lots of writing across the school," with the students "delighted to see that such creative writing for a real audience and purpose can lead to great things."
This isn't the first time Johnny has surprised some London tots. He's made two under-the-radar appearances as Capt. Jack at the hospital that treated his daughter, Lily, during a 2007 health crisis. In addition to spending time and taking pictures with the young patients, the appreciative star also donated more than a million bucks to the hospital.

Stress me out. I think I like the new design...and then a couple days down the road I wonder what I was thinking. We'll see how long this lasts.

The marketing team that designed the Sienna family campaign is pure genius. I will utilize them when I run for president of the universe. Check it out. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ql-N3F1FhW4

It's really hard to be engaged and not see your fiancee for over 2 months. Love Stinks.

This week I had my records transfered into my cousin Katie's singles ward. Grandma was a little peeved that I'm living with her but not attending her ward. I said um Grandma well I'd like to go to church with people, you know my same age. Anyway, today in church they read my records in and I had to stand up in sacrament meeting and all that, and I blushed. Why, do I always blush when I'm paid attention to? I'm not embarrassed or anything, but without fail every time I raise my hand to ask a question or am introduced, whatever the case I blush. bleh. dang woman hormones.

After sunday school this tool approaches me in the hallway and said , uhh hey, so uh, you just moved into the ward right? --yes-- ok uhh cuz I've never seen you before. ---(me) well, I'm only going to be in the ward for two more weeks because I'm actually getting married. Yep. In 20 days. ---(Tool) oh, uh, um, well thats good you're getting married. Then he procedes to walk off in the opposite direction of where I'm going. Poor sucker. Moral of the story attending a singles ward, while un-single is really awesome. I get a kick out of it. Also in case you didn't catch it before WE'RE GETTING MARRIED IN 20 DAYS! yessir ok.

I closed my hotmail account officially. I knew it was time when I logged on today and had recieved 147 new e-mails in the last 48 hours. So, my offical new address is liltuck89@gmail.com. Man, I'm original.

I'M HOME I'M HOME I'M HOME I'M HOME I'M HOME I'M HOME.....DID I MENTION I'M HOME!! AMERICA ROCKS

I just performed in a castle last night. More than that, I opened the whole dang thing. Eh. Whatever right?! One week left!

Right now I'm sitting on the steps of some ancient statue in the middle of the town Piazza, updating my blog. There is this older man who we see EVERYWHERE. We call him our guardian angel. When we sit outside in the Piazza to use the internet he shows up out of no where and has three chairs. He says "the singers can't sit on the ground!" Today 6 of us are sitting out in the Piazza and he comes by with a tray of gelato. Just for the three of us roomates though. Because he loves us! He said "these are for my daughters! I come to your concert tonight and make a tape. Then I give it to you." Oh how I love our new babbo!
Laurel: I finally got to your page in my journal!! I've been waiting so patiently. It made my day. OK I have to go. OH! and in case you didn't figure it out, I'm singing tonight. Yep. Wish me luck...even though I won't see it until after I sing. Whatever. Ciao!

I'm alive and I'm singing. I have about thismuch time to blog though. The internet is pretty awful so every second I get I write to Hugh. Romantic much? Love you all though. Ciao.

This is the Duomo. We went there today. Birds attacked me.


Since being in Italy we have been living with a Colombian family. I'm actually surprised with how much Spanish I remember and have been able to use to communicate with them. Last night I woke up at about 3AM and couldn't get back to sleep until about 5. During that time I laid awake going through Spanish in my head. So far so good. They know both of our names, where we're from, about our families, why we're here, bleh bleh bleh. I'm awesome.
For dinner last night we had pizza and flan. Breakfast this morning was yogurt, Special K cereal, and flan. Lunch was pasta with lots of formaggio. Dinner will be who knows what but will probably include flan. Good thing I like flan. OH! And Emma the girl I'm traveling with, snores hard core. Grinds her teeth too. She took Tylenol PM last night to fall asleep and I didn't. So, while she was disturbing the peace I laid there praying for her poor teeth, that they might still be there when she woke up. Hopefully I adjust to the time difference quickly so I can sleep through all that for the rest of our trip. Ciao!

And this is what I have to replace it with while I'm in Italy :( My mom's old wedding band. No offense mom.

I never thought I would be reluctant to go to Europe. But I am. Hopefully I get over that real quick. And whoever thought it would be a boy making me feel that way? Ughhhhhhhh I just want to be married! To Hugh! Bleh.

Kidding, no I don't but I'll tell you what. Worms are gross. I dig them up at work everyday. One's as thick as my pinky finger. The worst is when I can feel them squiggling around under my knees... especially when I wear the jeans with the big hole. Yuck. Sometimes I cut the worms in half...on accident.

Yesterday Hugh flew down to the beach and found a clam shell. Then he pryed it open with his bare hands, took out the pearl, put it in his mouth and crushed it. Then, he replaced said pearl with my ring, closed the clam, and flew back to Idaho. Then, he handed me the clam and told me to open it. I am puny and could not. He opened it for me to reveal my ring. I put on the ring and was instantly given superpowers. Also happiness.
Just kidding, he just handed me my ring out of his backpack in the snow building. Not romantic but,.........I HAVE MY RING AND IT ROCKS!

I know this is a day late, and fear not I called my mom and wished her a Happy Mothers day, but I still feel like I need to pay tribute to the woman who birthed me.

M is for the Many thing you do
O is for the Other things you do
T is for The things that you do
H is for How many things you do
E is for Everything you do
R is for the Really good things that you do

There is a nice poem for you. But seriously mom. You are the best. Thank you for absolutely everything you do, have ever done, and will do for me. Sorry for being a twit sometimes; thanks for loving me anyway. You're an inspiration, mentor, and friend to me every day. Love love love love you. Salt pepper shaker, ketchup mustard, tree stump.

I realize that it is unpractical to look online for wedding dresses. What looks good on a digitally enhanced model or on a hanger will probably look like crap on me. Still, I looked. This was my experience:


This little gem is called "The Emily." Hmmmm. I seriously hope this is not what people think of when they think of Emily in a wedding dress. She looks like a awkward fish in that pose.


The next three look like they should be on awkward family photos.com. They are either sisters getting married on the same day or we're celebrating a bonafide California marriage.





Whaaatt??! Don't worry Hugh, I'm not interested.


....and finally. I don't plan on looking like I'm going to kill Hugh on the day we get married. Also, I plan to wash my hair so it doesn't look like this.



Moral of the story. Go to the actual store to find a wedding dress, but if you are in need of a good laugh type modest wedding dresses into Google search and have at it. (and I have no idea what I want my dress to look like. suggestions?)

MY COLORS!

Yep!

I have a queen size bed. Need I say more. Oh and my own bathroom. But, there is no internet. That could potentially pose a problem; not a big one though. Sometimes I like to send Hugh emails right before I go to bed, that won't be happening anymore. If that is the only draw back, things are pretty darn good. :)

I'm buying my plane ticket! Whooooohoooo! I think I found a pretty awesome deal. $894round trip and I'll have a few days to actually travel around and experience Italy on my own. I mean unless one of you can find me a cheaper price or heck if one of you is willing to just pay my way I would be more than happy to indulge you. Other wise I think this is the winner and I'm going to buy it.


Donations are still VERY welcome.

ARE DONE!! AND I DIDN'T FAIL!

. . . and there is a blizzard happening right now. Happy Conferencing!

Last night I took the last math test I will ever have to take in the testing center. I still have a take home math exam, but as far as the testing center goes. I'm done. FOREVER! Even though I deplore math more than anything I guess I did learn SOME things during the semester. List? Ok.



1. Math 108 is supposed to be math for the real world. It is not. It is lame.
2. Math teachers seem to always be covered in chalk.
3. Even though I may not be good with my numbers, I have common sense and therefore I know enough.
4. If you are a women, such as myself, the men in math 108 are more than willing to let you borrow calculators, books, and the occasional answer.
5. And finally, mortgages are terrifying, but necessary.

So thank you Brother Cameron and the students of th 11:30 math 108 class, even though I am leaving you forever, I will forget you promptly. Have a nice day.

I dug one for myself. Tonight I have to write a proposal for my music lit class and then write a paper for the same class. What's worse is that the paper is on Ned Rorem, a flaming gay art song composer. And somehoe I have to work tonight and go to a symphony band concert with Hugh tonight as well. BUT..... soon enough school will be over and I will be back from Italy. Then life will be fine.

..Is the name of our new house pet. A beta fish. My dear Wallace died last semester, but now we have Avocado to fill the void. He's beautiful and I love him. Moving on. I got accepted into the "Si Parla, Si canta" Opera program in Italy this summer. So I'm going. I'm going broke, but I'm going. It is going to be an amazing experience though and I'm looking forward to everything I am going to learn. I have to be there by May 29, but I'm not sure yet what day I am actually leaving the country. Anyway, this program only accepts 30 vocalists world wide and 5 pianists. Everyday we have Italian classes from 8 to 12 and then the rest of the day we have private voice lessons, master classes, and rehearsals. At the end of the program we put on two big Opera performances. One in this ridiculously beautiful baroque cathedral which they made into a theater and another in an outdoor piazza in Rossini's birth town. Sooooo yep. I'm stoked. If you have any money that you want to donate to my cause I will be more than happy to take it. If I had money to buy ingredients to make you cookies. . . . probably would. Ciao

Lets talk about how Herp Alpert is cool enough to get asked to perform in literally the middle of a bull fight. Mmmhhhmmm. So manly. Also Hugh got a haircut today and he looks good. So manly.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-_2QpbXMbw

. . . I struggle with them. And Hugh has this thing where he likes to give them to me. Weird kid. Anyway. I'm learning to be gracious. I will say however, that I pwned my vocal midterm today. Yes I fetching did. Also MOM AND AMY ARE COMING TO VISIT MEEEE! Hope they can handle the cold. Wimps. kidding. love you. ohhh and I'm giving blood tomorrow. Hooray for me and saving lives. And watch out Hugh. After your concert tomorrow I'm going to let the compliments rain. Then you will know how it feels. Adieu.

..... I have a good one. Well, I guess I had a good one because Valentines day is over. So now I just have a good one....meaning man.

In response to my previous post....... no mom Brady Bunch is not much better. Your hardy har har on the other hand left me on the edge of my seat.
No, no the Brady Bunch does not have the best theme song and you know why? Because, the Brady Bunch theme song doesn't make you want to get up and slap somebody in the face. The Brady Bunch theme song makes you want to slap yourself in the face for being so lame and actually watching the show. The Knight Rider theme song not only inspires one to combat the evils of the world, but also pushes one in a more socially accepted direction. I mean come on. When David Hasselhoff saunters onto the screen during the Knight Rider theme song, wearing leather, and faded jeans, and gets into THE car (which has a name, which makes it cool), how can you not instantly become a cooler person? Now, when Marsha Brady flops her way into the theme song for her special show, wearing grossly unfortunate paisley and powder lipstick? I personally feel like trash. Thinking why, why, whhhhhy do I sit here and put up with this?

Have I made my point? Hasselhoff: 2 points (1 for good hair...obviously) Brady: 0

To make sense of my title now. I was reading this morning about the top 10 influential TV shows of the 20th century. As far as I could tell there was no particular order in which the shows were listed, like from most influential to the least. Anyway, one of the shows listed was this gem called Homicide: Life on the Streets. Hmmmmmmm. One of the most influential (not necessarily one of the popular mind you) television shows in our American country was called Homicide: Life in the Streets. I wonder how it was influential? Chew on that for a bit.

....TV was still this way.....as in awesome with a kick to the face. Best theme song ever.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qLuX3JKru0

....thats the name name for Satan. Reminds me of Gale. Except Gale would probably say," Old Scratch the little s***."

Math is a little something that God created when he was deciding what trials to give me in life. Goodie. I just finished my math thanks to Hugh. He's a good person.

But I'm happy. Even though my foot is acting up right now and I have to shower. I'm still happy. uhhhhhh yeah. Shalom

Lets talk about them mmkay. Over the weekend this kid who I graduated seminary with shows up at barbershop festival. He gets my number. He is a creep. He comes over tonight. Still a creep. Personally I look at him and see a sleeze bucket because I know for a fact that he dated about 5 girls at once from the singles ward in temec and he's a creep.

Right now steven is leaving the house and I went to the counselors today and figured out my life. So I figure can graduate in the winter for sure. Because this summer I can do double 158 voice lessons and then in the fall I will do 460 and THEN in the winter I will do my recital. BUT then uhhhhh I have to do my minor still. So I might be cramming in classes every semester, or I might just be here even longer. BUT I am definitely doing my recital in the winter. yeahhhh take that siblings who took a long time to graduate. what? Life is good right now. I had a fabulous weekend and the first day back to school wasn't half bad. Tonight I worked and wait for it wait for it......I didn't fail my math pretest!

.....you know what that means? No school tomorrow! Eat that. I've had a good weekend so far. Saturday I sang in the Idaho State Civic Symphony young artist competition. The winner from my division (both vocal and instrumentalists) won 1000 dollars and they get to sing/play with the Idaho State Symphony. BYUI sweeped. My friend Audrey won the lot. She completely deserves it too. Tell you what though, afterwards in the warmup room they had a plethora of pastries. Took one. yes I sure did. That night I was exhausted but I went to the last two hours of the collegiate retreat. Too tired to eat though. Oh well. I came home and had a cookie. Tonight I organized a poetry reading, very succesful too. We had 13 people and 10 people actually shared poetry. After every reading we snapped. We're so authentic it kills me. Tomorrow laurel and I are going to breakfast, then we have barbershop rehearsal. This year we are singing sh-boom. should be good, but there is a lot of competition this year, so we hope we get into at least one show. Well nighty night then.

Back to school. hmmmm. Not quite sure how I feel about it, but alas here I am. The days leading up to school were wonderful. I still don't have a calling, but goodness knows I will in the next two weeks. Yesterday a few of my roomates and I went to Idaho Falls to go to dinner at Carino's. Catchy little slogan writers they have at that carino's. yep. Two can dine for 19.99. So we went. You get two soups/salads, two entrees, and two desserts. Super good deal yes? We thought so. I got chicken penne gorgonzola. I love my stinky cheeses. After dinner we went to see avatar. Sooooooo good. Loved loved loved it. We had the choice to see it in 3D, but my roomate Laurel forgot her glasses at home so she wasn't seeing very well anyway. 2D it was, and still mind blowing. Very sci-fi (not sy-fy...so dumb.) Then after that we went to winco because it is open 24 hours, and it is the biggest grocery store in four hours, so we take advantage of it. Good night overall. Laurel got a salt rock lamp for christmas. Literally it is a salt rock with a hole in it and a bulb. cool huh? I love it. Here's the thing with it. Supposedly they effect moods. There are salt rocks that put out positive energy and there are salt rocks that suck out negative energy. We have a sucker. So every night we sleep with our rock lamp on so that we wake up happy! It's worked so far, I mean I am not the happiest morning person, lets be honest. My family can attest. Here's the problem though. I loooove salt. I'm like my Aunt Julie. We just eat boullion cubes because they are salty and delicious. Anyway. I licked her rock because she told me I can, and now all I want to do is lick it. All the time! I'm so gross. gall dang.



Goal for this year: stop saying "so" so much, especially while typing. it is a bad habit.